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the trees on a distant, lonely grave!
Every morning early, during those last days, it was my wont the first thing to go into Nattys room and see if anything was wanted and to inquire how he had passed the night. He was troubled with dreadful dreams but otherwise generally passed the night quite comfortably. When he was first taken sick he occupied the front chamber adjoining Mother's: as soon as he was able to get up he insisted upon returning to his own chamber though it was up another flight of stairs, and he came down each day to Mother's room. We could not persuade him to occupy the front chamber again. He would not even go into it in the daytime if he could avoid it and the only reason he gave for his prejudice was the fearful dreams which so disturbed him during his confinement there.
Wednesday morning I carried up his breakfast to him and remained with him till he had finished and also assisted him in dressing, bathed his forehead and hands and fixed his hair, then with one arm around my neck leaning upon my shoulder and with his left hand holding onto the banister he descended the stairs. I slowly measuring my footsteps by his and delighting in the weight of so precious a burden. As we entered Mother's room I stopped an instant as we passed before the glass and laughingly bade Carrie remark how short I looked beside him & he seemed so tall to me during his illness - - more so than ever before

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